Page 77 of Bossy Bodyguard

She swallowed, her hand lowering to my chest, feeling my hammering heart. “I get hurt when you’re not around. Even if it’s dangerous, I want you near me all the time because I’m selfish.” Emma raised her chin and said, “I am a spoiled brat and I want you. I like you and I won’t stop until you tell me to fu—”

Holding the back of her neck, I pressed my lips against hers. Her lids fluttered when I kissed her again. There. There it was. The softness of her lush pillowy lips that calmed the raging anger and guilt that burned through me. I needed her more than she needed me.

“I like you too, Doll,” I whispered, pulling away, her swollen lips parting to pant for air. I rubbed her bottom lip and gazed at her pretty face.

“Show me,” she said, her voice sultry.

I waited, her eyes roving over my bare skin, my tattoos and piercings. Licking her lips, she met my eyes and said, “Show me how much you like me, Cillian.”

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SIT ON MY FACE

EMMA

His features looked sharper in the room’s darkness. Moonlight fell over the floor and white sheets as I stayed put, his large hands touching me.

“Do what I say, Doll,” he commanded and kissed me again. I sighed, melting into his arms and giving away my control over him.

His confession kept echoing in my head, butterflies fluttering in my belly. Small gasps and moans escaped my lips when his kisses feathered down the arch of my neck, my collarbones, and lowered. I tugged at his hair, kissing him in between and moaning when I felt his stiffened member through his boxers.

“Is this the one that I bought?” he asked, his voice hoarse and so deep that it made me squirm. His finger ran through the thin strap of the lilac-pink satin night dress. It was short, ending on my inner thighs, with a lace hem, but it was very comfortable to sleep in.

“Yes, one of the many,” I replied, my voice breathy. He had bought me a lot of expensive lingerie and clothes on our shopping day. Even when female employees came for help, he listened with his usual stoic expression and asked me as if there was no question for whom he was buying. He exuded confidence even when he bought me lace bras and made sure they were comfortable and the underwires weren’t digging under my boobs.

“I like it,” Cillian said, his hands gliding over my thighs. “I want you to wear a new one each day for me. I’ll buy you more.”

My cheeks burned, and I shook my head. “I don’t need them. I have enough—”

He tilted my chin, his face calm and onyx eyes burning with lust. “I wasn’t asking, Doll.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I didn’t know how, but it just spewed out of my mouth and I saw how it affected him. His pupils dilating and fingers digging into my skin.

“You like me, Doll?” he asked, his hand still on my chin. Even if I wanted to cover my face, he wouldn’t let me.

“Yes, I like you,” I answered, my voice soft.

“Good girl. You’re going to sit on my face and tell me again how much you like me, hm?”

My lips parted and Cillian didn’t wait for an answer before stripping me, throwing the expensive lingerie on the floor and rolling us over. I straddled him, his thick boner pressing against my wet folds while he waited.

“Come on, sit on my face.”

“I…” I shook my head, eyes wide. “I can’t.”

“I wasn’t asking, Doll.”

“I can’t do it, Cillian.”

“Why not?” He glared at me as if he wanted to get squished between my thighs.

“Do I have to tell you why?”

“Yes, Doll, you do,” he said, his hands holding me down on his hips. “Tell me.”

I glared at his sexy abs and said, “I’ll… suffocate you.”

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